So you grab a piece of something that you think is gonna last.

[youfallback]

Who: Carolina and open!
What: Carolina doing maintenance on vehicles in the hangar. People dropping by. Awkward talks.
When: All day (Jan 20th)
Where: Noble Two's hangar, which Carolina has essentially taken charge of
Rating: Updated to R/NC-17 in the York and Carolina thread. Otherwise PG/PG-13 for most others.


After training and a few other things she needed to check in on, Carolina was back in the hangar, outside of her armor for the first time in a few days. While there were obvious uses for said armor, it made her current task of vehicle maintenance much more difficult. So, the Freelancer could be found in the various vehicles in the hangar, dressed in mildly civillian-esque uniform she'd worn out on the expedition, with the addition of a thicker jacket. After all, she couldn't run vehicles without proper ventilation and the only ventilation was opening the garage door a little.

She didn't plan on being bugged, but things were rarely as she planned them as of late.


(ooc: I'll slap up times below with Carolina's location/the vehicle she's working on below!)

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/almost tags with Emile

[encryptedlock]

Sounds like a plan. [He can't help grinning at her - she's relaxed, she seems to be happy, and most of all she's here.

Before too long, he's laying out the mats in the hangar, making sure to have enough room for a standard two-man tent. He may have to make more than one trip.]

EMILE AND CAROLINA SLUMBER PARTY~

[youfallback]

[Carolina grins wildly back at him as she leaves him to take care of those mats. She'll be coming in a little bit later with the tent slung over one shoulder, the bottle of whiskey, and the two shot glasses, setting down her cargo with that same grin she left with.]

[encryptedlock]

Hey there. [He takes a break from adjusting the mats to give her a quick kiss and then pour himself another shot. No reason she should be the only one who's a litle past buzzed.]

Okay. Now, where are the poles?

[youfallback]

[And Carolina's not about to be outdone by him, so she pours one for herself as well. It's so on, York. She gives him a light shove, though.]

Not in armor. Go. [She's just sober enough to see a problem with him trying to get that armor off later.]

[encryptedlock]

Right. Be right back.

[Of course, it takes him more than a couple minutes to go upstairs, get out of armor, and head back downstairs. It's not easy to get in and out fully, but she's plenty aware of that. He'll come back down in some comfortable-looking sweats.]

[youfallback]

[While he's changing, Carolina's moseyed off to a room she's essentially claimed as her own to quickly change into sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt herself, as well as to bring down a nice flannel blanket to cover the mats with. She's sitting with her legs folded on said mats when he comes back down, leaning back on her arms.]

Ready to make a tent?

[encryptedlock]

[Girl, are you sure we even need to--no, he promised he would help her put up a tent. He is rather tempted to just press her down to the floor, but that can wait.]

Right, so. Poles. Should be a couple different lengths here, so let's sort them.

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[Carolina's not thinking much different herself as she climbs up to her feet so she can open the drawstring of the tent bag. Inside is a smaller bag, containing any number of tent poles that she's somewhat less efficiently sorting out. This would be more effective with more whiskey, right?

Right. So she's pouring out a shot for each of them before setting the bottle in the middle of her sorted-out tent poles. Now it's a masterpiece.]

[encryptedlock]

[It's times like this York is really glad neither of them is going to be operating heavy machinery for a while. As it is, he takes the next shot.]

Okay, so we gotta match the pole lengths up to the...the rest of the tent first. Let's lay it out flat so we can figure out what goes where.

[He'll also start rather lazily hooking the poles together that seem to match. With Delta's help, it's surprisingly accurate.]

[youfallback]

[And with the keys safely locked up, they were pretty much guaranteed to not fly anything while intoxicated. Carolina follows his shot with her own reaching over to pull out the tent.]

Yes sir, Agent York, sir. [Giving a sloppy salute, she starts laughing quietly before she drags the tent over on top of the mats and unrolls it slowly. Her efficiency and serious demeanor are starting to really suffer from the whiskey, but she doesn't care one bit right now.]

[encryptedlock]

[God, it means a lot to him to see her relaxed and happy like this. More than he can say. So it does take a few moments before he speaks again, just watching her to remember this.]

Good.

[He starts trying to match up the poles to the different parts of the tent, but in his mind Delta is declining to help him (he thinks this is far too amusing) so it's not going very well.]

[youfallback]

[Carolina sits back a little, watching York work, on the verge of laughing almost the entire time. Jeez, York, where'd those logical thinking processes go? She rubs a hand over her mouth, doing her best to not look like she's laughing at him. ]

Having some trouble?

[Not that her help would be much at this point. She reaches over for one of the poles, leaning against him in the process. Oops.]

[encryptedlock]

[Sitting back and eating virtual popcorn inside York's mind, that's where. York doesn't seem to mind the leaning at all, maybe even leaning back a little.

He does get the right pole into the right tent flap this time, though, feeding it through carefully.]

Nah. See, you just got to match them up.

[It's easier to tell when you're not slightly smashed and have a beautiful woman leaning against you, though.]

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[Carolina snorts a little with laughter at his words and his efforts to get the tent pole through the flaps. She leans up off him to slowly half-stagger, half-saunter over to the opposite side of the tend to try and help that feeding process.]

This part I could do. [It was the whole getting the tent to stand up thing that she'd had problems with on the expedition. Right now, though, doing anything involving putting up a tent was difficult and a part of her just wants to say fuck it and sprawl out on top of the tent.

No. Focus, Carolina. Also, stop giggling like a teenager at their first high school party.]

[encryptedlock]

Good, cause we have like. Ten more poles.

[It somehow seems to be much more of a monumental task now, and he does keep shooting her glances that suggest he'd rather be running his hands over her than over the tent.]

[youfallback]

[Carolina groans with exaggeration as she helps feed the pole the last of the way through. Why did tent-making have to be so much more difficult than it looked. His glances aren't helping any with keeping her motivation going. She grabs another pole, despite wanting to just sit down in his lap and never move. The small, alcohol-hazed but still rational part of her mind reminds her that the sooner they get the tent up, the sooner they can get to other things.

So, she's quickly trying to feed the next pole through the next flap. Tent now, sex in like five minutes.]

[encryptedlock]

[Now that sounds like a plan. Unfortunately, York's going to unknowingly put the wrong poles into a few of the slots, and so this tent isn't going to stand.

Oops.]

[youfallback]

[Welp, Carolina's not going to know any better until it's time to finally stand the tent up and she's completely drunk. With half a laugh, she tries to get her half to go up. Except it falls right back down and Carolina stares for a moment before bursting into raucous laughter.]

The masters of tent making.

[encryptedlock]

[York frowns. It's not standing up right at all, and a few of these poles are sticking out way too much.]

Wait, this can't be right. We gotta get this right or we can't sleep.

[youfallback]

[Carolina snorts, trying to get her laughter under control. He looks so serious and surly with that frown on his face that she can't help but imitate his expression with an exaggerated pout.]

Ask Delta. [Meandering back over to him, trying to pull out the poles that aren't in the right place.]

[alaspooryork]

[Ask and ye shall receive. Delta pops on, smaller than usual because the projection capabilities of his chip alone, this far from a holotank. He sounds the slightest bit amused.]

Good evening, Agent Carolina. As it is not necessary for your protection, I have left this entirely up to York. I would suggest completing the lesson when you are both more likely to fully remember it.

[And he winks out.]

[youfallback]

...thanks.

[Fffff well jeez, Delta. Despite the AI's sound advice, Carolina doesn't stop trying in the slightest, changing a few of the poles' positions on the tent. Now she's determined to get this right no matter what. With the new arrangement, she attempts to lift the tent to a standing position again.]

[encryptedlock]

...Thanks, D. Real helpful.

[He looks over at her a little regretfully.]

Should we try again or leave it for morning?

[youfallback]

[The tent flops back down just as York's speaking. She really wants to get this tent up, but odds so far are pointing to it not happening. ] Didn't think you'd let yourself be defeated by a tent, York.

[encryptedlock]

Defeated? Nah. Tactical withdrawal.

[He grins a little over at her.]

D's right, though. My mind's not on it.